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Naked Justice - Part 2 of 3
🕑 Added 2025-10-10 19:14:05 +0000 UTCOriginally intended for this to be just a two-part series, but the man that inspired it said that he wanted to be fully shown off. So, I wrote enough to need a third part to the story, and I hope you enjoy it as much as he will.
Waiting until the sounds of Lucas’s shackled feet disappeared into the elevator, I knew that I had to get moving. There was no other phone in this office beside my crushed one on the floor, and there was not a shred of fabric that I could use to cover myself since my ripped suit was in that bodyguard’s hands. I had to find some other lawyer my size who kept extra clothes in the office.
Peering outside, I prayed that no one else was here as I began making rounds from one office to the next, and I came up empty handed every time. The only option that I had in front of me was the American flag hanging outside one of the doors, but I didn’t know if that would really make the situation better. That left the judges’ hallway which would definitely be more dangerous since a lot of them might be here preparing for their trials.
The building was set up in a large U shape, and I had to go to the end of the hallway where a long, windowed passage connected both sides of the building with the main courthouses right below my feet. I didn’t want to make too much noise, so I slowly crept down the passage before truly realizing the situation that I was in. This building was right in the heart of downtown which meant there were skyscrapers all around me.
As I stood there, frozen in fear, I watched the windows of the building next to me, and once my vision adjusted to the bright sunlight outside, I realized that I was close enough to see people walking around next door. There were suited professionals carrying stacks of papers, and on the floor above us, I saw into a break room where two women were chatting over mugs of coffee.
If I could see them, then that meant…
I had to run, and as I did, I imagined that every judge here would be alerted to my predicament, stepping out of their office doors to all laugh and chastise me and my current wardrobe. I couldn’t risk staying where I was though since that wasn’t safe either. My heart was beating faster than ever now, and not even the sight of the empty hallway in front of me could calm me down.
Fuck, what was I doing?
I couldn’t waste time having a mental breakdown, so I stepped up to the first door and placed my ear against the thick slab of wood, listening for the sounds of anyone inside. I heard nothing after a few seconds, but after turning the door handle, I realized that that wouldn’t matter since the door was locked.
Oh my god, what if they were all locked?!
I knew that I might not find anything to wear on this hallway, but I knew that the judges would probably at least have phones. I could call for help if needed, but if the doors were all locked, then I was fucked.
Quickly skulking across the hall, I listened at the next door for a few seconds more and then tried the door handle which thankfully pulled open without resistance. Closing the door behind me, I took a few seconds to catch my breath after being in the open for so long.
Looking around the room, I didn’t see a jacket or anything, and the closet was just stacks of yellowing papers crammed on every shelf. There was an attached bathroom beside that, but it was empty as well. Walking back out into the office, I saw the doorknob turning, and my heart began to beat faster than it had all morning.
This is it- this is the moment I’m fired without a stitch of clothing on. As I awaited which judge would be the one to end it for me, I saw instead one of the janitors walking in, head down and headphones on. Ducking back behind the door of the bathroom, I waited for them to empty the trash can and to leave again, hopefully just as quickly as they’d arrived.
He was absent mindedly shuffling a duster over the blinds and bookshelves, but this must be a daily task since no dust was there to be collected.
Please, please, please…
The door was still slightly ajar, and I knew that I couldn’t close it since the noise would alert him, so I just waited. He was facing me now, but he hadn’t looked up to see me yet. Maybe I could get out of here bef-
He locked eyes with me before I could finish that wish, and he flung the door open to fully expose me. We were in a standoff- I was too shocked to move, and he was too shocked to say anything. He just stood there, letting his eyes travel up and down my naked body. I was nothing but a piece of meat in the doorway, and I felt like it.
“Who are you?!”
He seemed a bit scared, even though there was no place for me to be hiding a weapon. Or maybe he was just protective of the judge. Whatever the reason, I now knew one important piece of information- this man didn’t know who I was, so I needed to run before he took a photo that would help him find my identity.
Pushing past him, the feather duster still limply hanging in his grasp rubbed its way along the length of my shaft, and I could feel myself reacting to that contact. He tried to grab me as well, but I had too much to lose now. Back into the hallway, I had no time to be cautious, and I barged into the next office down without a moment of hesitation with my now hard cock leading the way.
This one could be occupied as well, but hey, what’s one more person seeing me naked?
There was thankfully quiet on the other side of the thick door, and I locked it this time to keep it that way. This office was a little neater, and there was a bookshelf full of carefully aligned folders between the two curtained windows. I hoped that meant that the closet might actually have something other than papers, and finally, for the first time since seeing Lucas darken my office doorway, luck went my way.
Hanging there in the closet was an extra judicial robe, and while it wasn’t ideal, it would at least let me get to my car which thankfully had keypad entry. Slipping it over my shoulders, I finally breathed a sigh of relief before remembering that I still had to get away from this janitor.
Shutting the closet door, I quickly checked myself out in the bathroom mirror to see that the judge was luckily taller than me which meant that the robe went almost to my feet. With my socks and shoes still on, that meant that it really didn’t look like I was naked under here, and I just hoped there wasn’t a breeze outside so that the robe would continue to cover me.
Unlocking the door, I quickly walked outside and started speedwalking towards the stairwell at the end of the hallway. Passing by the elevator bay, I heard the janitor on the phone with someone, but he was facing away from me and talking too loudly to hear my footsteps pass by. And by the time I hit the stairwell, I was now running, taking the stairs two at a time.
As I got closer to the first floor, I saw the door on my left which led out to the parking deck, and I almost cheered as I reached for the handle.
Inches away, the door opened from the other side, and instead of pushing past them, I panicked and went through the other door leading into the courthouse… where I ran smack into the back of Lucas’s bodyguard. This stairwell opened into the hallway outside of the courthouse chambers, and as Lucas turned and saw me, his smile made my blood run cold…
